Long Marathon Poems
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It is fourth down and goal to goal from fifty yards away
They’ve flickered the lights for last call; I must score on this play
I haven’t hit a home run for over an entire year
The fans are sitting on their hands; they’ve forgotten how to cheer
I look deep into blue eyes, trying to read her soul
Lining up for the penalty kick, I need to score this goal
We’ve been sitting here at the bar for over three hours
Delay of game penalty flags upon me start to shower
I finally get up the nerve to offer up a pitch
It comes in high and outside, this sailing tack I must switch
She has given me her number and said that I should call
I need a strike in this last frame so all the pins can fall
I ask her home to my place, offering up a Hail Mary pass
The checkered flag is in front of me, but I’m running out of gas
Will I score; win the game; finish in first place
Or is this sprint a marathon and the fox I still must chase
THRUST AND SLASH
A sword in a scabbard, hung from the belt
For the Teutonic Knights, it costs much geld
Heated and tempered but it does not melt
Most blades are l straight and double sided
Easy to draw as the long blade is guided
To the old Eastern mind, such is derided
The Moorish influence is in Toledo still
With a special steel that is designed to kill
For fancier guardsmen it would fit the bill
A cutlass is curved with cupped brass guard
Designed for slashing when stabbing is hard
But need sharpening if the edge is marred
Knives however, like most daggers, are hid
An arm for a lady to grip, and quietly slid
Ready for determined action, as many did
Some thin to a point, as a poignard will do
But there are other places to find them too
As for a Scot in a sock, that’s a Skean Dhu
'2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 19' entry, 03 Nov 2022. Sponsor=Mark Toney
My evening sky glints motifs gold
In orange vibes turned ruby bold
Glowing remnants of shining snow
Where pewter winds merrily blow
Swirling imprints of amber glaze
Bending hues of setting sun rays
Prairies sway season’s dreaded hold
Wailing in grief, as blossoms fold,
For fallen leaves and wintry woe
That shudders trees in frosted throe
While browning pastures cattle graze
Where foothills gleam in twilight haze
When fervor yawns in dreary mold
And garden sighs of parching cold
Pine trees, ebullient, dance in row
Enchanting hearts in nature’s show
While ogling the stars passions blaze
As romance blooms in moonlit gaze
On horizon mauve dreams unfold
Where blush of morn lovers behold
Greeting November's scarlet glow
That tawny dawn's sunbeams bestow
Glistening face of shortened days
Wooing warmth in autumn's malaise
Written: November 26, 2020
Submitted on October 26, 2022 to:
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 18 Poetry Contest
Placed 1st: Lay November Poetry Contest
Sponsor: William Kekaula
Eight syllables per line (howmanysyllables.com)
First Placing : Poetry Marathon 2025
Sponsor: Mark Toney
{ FREEDOM “We may want to linger, to stay, to arrest the flow and talk about it, photograph it, lyricize it. Yet this beauty is mercurial and we must let it go, for it is already slipping away to be replaced by the new.” -Stuart Sovatsky }
YELLOW FIELD OF WHEAT
Angel of Death skims blacker than tar
a skeletal knock overturning bowl of oats
smelling of frankincense and ashes
to carry you to a yellow field of wheat
where you will dance radiant waltzes
haloed free
your laughter pranced across blue walls with
Michael Jackson, Spider-Man, cheeky elves
relishing Kentucky Fried Chicken as you
played scrabble with forlorn neighbour
bony body birthing revolutions of
roulette with green life and grey death
how you endured those precision needles
wanting to drum tapered fingers on
waiting desk overflowing with car sketches
your thirteen year old bald head smiling
veins on an enchanting spring moon as our
hidden tears crystallised hospital sheets
we tried to keep up with you scoffing
encyclopaedias, Dickens and muffins alike
cancer like a chess game mastered chemo
doctors and nurses becoming kings or pawns
time was now or endless pathos stalking minds
Laurel and Hardy keeping hearts unlocked
on Merlin’s star-patterned couch you will
jokingly converse with Pele and his team
soccer ball silent under quiescent table
my ink cannot pen sad lines as I feel
your lips still sucking dripping nipple
freedom moonwalks on a
yellow field of wheat
I toss and turn, mumbling
To a sleepy thought, a memory
I ponder and wonder fills my dreams
Echoing light through the silence
Lifting my heart above the uproar
Details, darkness surrounds me
I collect words, sentences, stanzas
Breathless feelings poured out on tongues
Dissecting the emotion, the sensations
Moods of hope and elation, opinions
Heartbreak and heartbeats pounding
Gentle whispers, sighing, gasping, panting
I lift up songs, psalms – living ideas
Poetry flowing from my inspirations
Contemplations of joy, joking with me
Exhilarating impressions of grace, awakening
Light, reflecting all the sorrows, the peace
Promises of healing and happiness
I write only what I know and believe
Will I caress a soul with my pen?
Does the poem whisper kindness?
Does it smell of roses or stink like rotting?
I write only what I know and imagine
Lasting judgements, stirring up faith
I land on the moon with my rocket
Soar from the mountains, passing oak trees
Seeking the passion that succeeds
In breaking all the doubt, the heavy hands
Weighing art with tools of perfection
Will I be blessed with sharp suppression?
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 7 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mark Toney
July 9, 2022
“being mistook we burnt the book
thoughts rest, we dwell in our heart’s nest
touched by spirit, our body shook
by God’s light blest as we undressed” - Anonymous
We lead a life that we can look back and be proud of
striving to be the best that we can be
as we let the future take its course
We accept the challenges as they roll in
keep our chin up and watch for fallen brethren
We're in this marathon of life all headed for the finish line
trusting there's a just reward for leading the good life
our conscience clear we go forth without fear
We grow our wings one good deed at a time
while our soul records our metamorphosis
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
STACE
A girl runner by the name of Stace
Ran the annual marathon race
near the end of the run
Both laces come undone
She stumbled and fell flat on her face.
OLD SAILOR
An old sailor was out on the ocean
It was choppy and he felt a motion
Had some curry last night
But the taste wasn't right
Down below felt a muffled explosion.
SUE ROSE
A young lady by the name of Sue Rose
Hoped that a man to her would propose
Couldn't understand why
All the men were so shy
Then in the mirror saw hairs in her nose.
ABDUL
Bush safari went Abdul with eight wives
Parked on a hillside for lunch to eat chives
Then to their dismay
Their jeep rolled away
Heard lions roaring and ran for their lives.
BLACK BILL
An undertaker in Dodge called Black Bill
To boost his business people he would kill
But one man wasn't dead
Shot Black Bill in the head
Now in a grave he lies up at Boot Hill.
FREDERICK STARK
A skinny dipper called Frederick Stark
Went for a swim in the sea, it was dark
Da Dum he could hear
It filled him with fear
Then in moonlight saw the fin of a shark.
JOCK
A Scotchman who was known as Big Jock
Went out walking one day by the Loch
A gust of wind blew
And up his kilt flew
Some passing girls were left in deep shock.
Written 2nd August 2019.
Gentle whispers, like quiet roses
Softly opening, pouring out their fragrance
Against a sunny afternoon,
In the winds, a breeze singing
Through the tender leaves, dancing
On the ends of steely branches
Peaceful slumber, echoing in dreams
Laughing, breathless like the inspirations
Stirred to life by His grace,
The wonder of light in His face,
Joy, falling in rays of silent praise
Coloring our hopes in beautiful awakening
Poetry and prose, both alive as a psalm
Pouring out desire through the heart and soul
A fire burning with passion, erasing
All the doubt, dread and devastation
From the soul who knows that His blessings
Are like light poured out through the dark
Wisdom etches a bliss through the one
Who knows that God inhales adoration, worship
Falling from lips in kisses, prayers
Breaking free from the wounds of sorrow
Opening the heart to the miracles and wonders
Like stardust shimmering on the night
Love so alive it glows through the skies, twinkling in rays of affection
Promising glory beyond any perfection
His love rains down pleasures, enchantment
Faith that abides, restores hearts
With His still, small voice – His abiding mercy
His love is what I strive for, what I’d die for!
2022 Poetry Marathon Qualifiers' FINAL Placement Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mark Toney
Entered on February 6, 2023
from:
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 4 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mark Toney
Submitted Entry: June 20, 2022
I, a fallen leaf
floating down a rippling stream
hushed are my ripples
on this long quiet journey
I am serene and lovely
I, a fallen leaf
swirling, whirling in the stream
embracing my end
and in my death and decay
I am seen as beautiful
__________________
February 02, 2022
Poetry/Tanka/a fallen leaf
Copyright Protected, ID 02-1427-287-02
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, A Strand (1064)
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 02/02/2022
First Place
Submitted to the Premiere contest, 2022 Poetry Marathon, Mile 12
sponsor, Mark Toney, Judged 08/26/2022
Simon used to take part in motocross,
Before his bike stalled once mid-air,
When he was training on his farm land,
Which left him paralysed waist down.
He was born in 1982 on the 7th June,
And having fought back from that day,
In 2001 when he did dance with death,
He now races the Marathon T52/53/54.
He most often competes alongside Weir,
But worries about safety combinations,
Because safety issues can concern him,
And the Zika virus was a scare, quite big.
He lives in Maryport but trains in Carlisle,
At the Sheepmount Stadium to neatly chat,
With olympians Tom Farrell and Nick Miller,
Who he knows to be top athletes, class.
Dr Ian Thompson, Tanni Grey’s hubby,
Who trained this fantastic legendary idol,
Also trains Simon by propelling, pushing,
Him to muscle on further and further.
In 2015 he did brave to firmly complete,
The Great North Run, the half marathon,
When he won the silver in the T53 class,
And he works as a car mechanic by day.